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SOS Abort

I liar, that’s what I am

I roll my dice from in my hand

I sit upon my throne

Forged from pain

broken promises, pretty lies

They’re all the same

traction, I’m unable to gain

I’m slowly slipping into my old ways

I was getting better

Now it’s worse

Every Name I hear, I curse

But hers’

I cannot do that

she is perfect

she is sweet

I lay my life at her feet

I shouldn’t hurt but I do

Is this, what liars do?

I know this makes no sense

however, I understand it flawlessly

this is my second poem made for me

no one else cares for me

I think I’m done now

with this realm 

I wish you all very well

Don’t take this seriously

we’ll meet again

you and me

it won’t be long

time is short

I think it’s time to press abort

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